The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 1: In the Beginning

Spiderman

I swing through the neighborhood, just patrolling as usual. The cool evening air is helping take my mind off of Gwen and school and all my other problems. I hold back tears as I pass over a rooftop, when out of nowhere a guy jumps at me. He tackles me and out of pure surprise I let go of my web and we both hit the pavement. I roll over and prepare for a fight.

"Damn, Baby boy. I'm not here to hurt you," the guy says with a quiet groan. Instantly, I recognize the swords, the suit and his voice.

"What the hell, Deadpool?" I ask, half-joking.

"It was the only way I was gonna get your attention and you know it." He chuckles. "Did I scare you, webhead?"

I sigh. Deadpool is an interesting character. It circulates the Avengers that he has a crush on me. I only noticed when he kept trying to get me to come to his apartment. That was two months ago, but it's weird, it's been three days since I last saw him prowling around the streets.

"I didn't expect you to be back from your mission so soon. Normally, they take you at least five days right?"

"Aww...you count the days you don't see me?" He smirks under his mask.

I shake my head. "What do you want, Deadpool?"

"I was hoping we could grab some grub and talk. You know catch up."

My eyebrows furrow under my mask. "Seriously?"

"Yeah..." he twiddles his thumbs a little. "You're the only person who really listens besides dead people."

I laugh. Deadpool is a mercenary who's earned his title of "the Merc with a Mouth". He's kinda got a bad habit of constantly being a smartass, even when he's killing people. It makes him Deadpool though, so I dont think I would change it.

"Alright, fine. I'll meet you back here in an hour."

"Really?"

"Yeah...Sure. I've got a few things to handle first." I dive off the roof and swing away.

"Bye, Spidey!" he yells.

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I finally make it home after saving three kids from getting run over and I'm rushing to finish at least some of my homework before my remaining thirty minutes are up, but I can't stop thinking about what Deadpool said.

You're the only person who really listens besides dead people.

Okay, so that last part wasn't important. That was just his comedic throw off so I wouldn't notice his sentiment.

You're the only person who really listens.

Does he really not have any friends? Not a single person who cares about him? I mean, yeah, I care. I've been trying to help him for ages. I've also been trying to get him to stop killing people but I'm definitely not getting anywhere with that one.

Deadpool isn't all bad. He's just got a lot going on. He's more complicated then he is evil. I tried to get him to see a psychiatrist because I think it would help him to talk to a professional but he was gone before I could really get off the suggestion.

I check my clock. I have ten minutes and I have gotten nothing done. I roll my eyes at myself and pack all my things away. I leap out of the window and swing my way over to the building where I saw Deadpool last.

"Hey, Baby boy," I hear behind me. When I turn around, Deadpool is standing over me with a bag of Mexican food in one hand and a bag of Chinese in the other. "For a sec, I thought you wouldn't show."